🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: My Dad's Gone Crazy - Eminem

 *Tuning Tv*
 *Eminem  Coke
 
 Tv Presenter:
  boys and girls
 Today we're gonna talk about father and  relationships
 Do you  a daddy?
 I'll bet you 
 *Door opens*
 Who's  daddy?
 
 Hailie:
  what're you doing?
 
 Beat starts
 
 Eminem:
 Ha Ha!
 
  & Hailie:
 Ok then!  listen up!
 
 Eminem:
 I'm goin' to hell,  comin' with me?
 
 Hailie:
  Somebody, PLEASE help him!
 *giggle*
 I  my dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 1:
 There's no mountain I  climb
  no tower too high,
 No plane that I can't  how to fly
 What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show 
 There ain't nothin' I can't take this  to
 *Hailie Makes  Sound*
 Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass 
 I cut 'em  I got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
  of a hall, with my framed autograph,
 Sunglasses with Elton  name, on my drag wall
 I'm out the closet, I been lyin' my  off
 All this  me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off
 
 Dre:
  it Marshall!
 
 Eminem:
 Tell Laura and her husband to back 
  I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off
 And launch one of  Russians, and that's all
  Makes Explosion Sound*
 Blow every fuckin' thing, except Afghanistan  the map, off
 When will it  when will I knock the crap off
 *Knocking*
 Hailie,  'em baby
 
 Hailie:
 My dad's  it
 
 Chorus
 Eminem:
 There's really nothin'  to say I, I can't explain it
 
 Hailie:
 I  my dad gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 A little help from Hailie Jade,  you tell 'em baby
 Hailie:
 I think  dad gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's nothin' you could do or say, that  ever change me
 
 Hailie:
 I think my  gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's no one on  that can save me, not even Hailie
 
 Hailie:
 I  my dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 2:
 It's like  mother always told me
 *Eminem Impersinates  Mom*
 Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe, n codeine n goddammit, you  motherfucker
 If  ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
 uh..
 Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' 
  on a prick, and lick a million muthafuckin' cocks per second
 I'd  put out a muthafuckin' gospel record
 I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch,  pussy
 And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a  in my nose
  quit bringin' my flows, quit givin' me my ammo
 Can't you see why I'm so  If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
 I wouldn't have to  eenie meenie minie mo
 Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't  no more
 Am I the only fuckin' one  normal any more?
 
 Hailie:
 Dad!
 
 Chorus
 
 Verse 3:
 My songs can make  cry, take you by surprise
 Aat the same time, can make  dry your eyes with the same rhyme
 See what you're seein'  a genius at work
 Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at 
 'Cuz when I speak, it's tongue  cheek
 I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite  tongue
 I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightnin' twice at 
 And die and come  as Vanilla Ice's son
  walk around the rest of my life spit on
 And kicked  hit with shit, every time I sung
 Like R. Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes 
 More pain inside o' my brain, than in the eyes  a little girl inside of a
 plane
 Aimed  the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,
 Screamin' at the sky, the clouds gather it's Clyde Mathers and  Jade
  that's pretty much the jist of it,
 Parents are pissed, but the kids  it
 Nine millimeter heater stashed in two-seaters  meat cleavers
 I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to  neither
 
 Chorus
 
 Outro
 Eminem:
 Crazy
 
 Hailie:
 *laughs*
 You're  daddy!